Amalia
the archangel
Amalia had been flying above when she saw the first explosion of fire blinking in the fog. Her first though had been that of fear - the war is come - and then concern, for what if it was an innocent trapped within the mines? So she'd descended to find out more, faster than humanly possible, her heart racing in her chest until the appearance of a dragon and a dark-haired woman leads her to understand her mistake, and make another instead.
"Amaris?" It is hard to make out the woman's features from within the fog, but for a moment Amalia's hear speeds up, hopeful that this is indeed the oneo she's sought. Her long-lost cousin has been an errant figure since the Archangel's arrival in Stormbreak, and as much as she'd like to connect with the Dragoon, she has begun to doubt it will ever be. So she clings to this hope, unlikely as it is, not daring to step closer lest the illusion be dashed.
"Amaris?" It is hard to make out the woman's features from within the fog, but for a moment Amalia's hear speeds up, hopeful that this is indeed the oneo she's sought. Her long-lost cousin has been an errant figure since the Archangel's arrival in Stormbreak, and as much as she'd like to connect with the Dragoon, she has begun to doubt it will ever be. So she clings to this hope, unlikely as it is, not daring to step closer lest the illusion be dashed.
become more committed to your dreams
than you are to your comfort zone
than you are to your comfort zone
